I play my skin like a violin
The symphonies I create with a metal bow
Back and forth with a delicacy of pain.
A masterpiece I create tattooed onto my skin
The music that I create will have no beauty to strangers eyes
They don't see the monster conducting the show
A monster who's holding the show captive
Like a puppet master, it controls me
Guiding the metal bow across my skin
Unable to be set free.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
